A few weeks ago I’d decided not to come up to Kitimat for Christmas, given the expense (nearly $1K for the flight, no, really, I know it’s ridiculous, but what can you do?) and then because I was going to be working on two job contracts this week and would be too busy.
Despite these legitimate reasons to not go, I got threatened with everlasting damnation if I didn’t, so here I am. And I have been too busy with the contracts, and prolonged my cold by working too much. I have to appreciate the irony in complaining about lack of work and then getting too much of it during Christmas week. Thank you, life, for fucking with me.
I am glad I’m here, however, given that Vancouver has gone all crazy from the snow (so I’ve seen on the news) and I have neither vehicle nor snow gear and would probably be starving to death in my apartment right now. Also perhaps freezing to death, as I had no hot water the day I flew here. If my flight had been a day or two later, I probably wouldn’t be here now either, since flights have been delayed or canceled this week and there are a bunch of people now slumming it at YVR tonight. I sort of hope I’m stuck here on Boxing Day for the same reason, but I get the feeling I’ll get back okay, and will be forced to buy a winter jacket.
When I arrived here on Saturday there was no snow, but it finally came last night and got us all caught up with the rest of the province. Everyone here has snow tires, though, so civilization hasn’t come to an end. It’s still bloody cold out, though, so it’s good I’ve been sequestered in the basement with Mom’s cat, writing code and watching the log burning channel.
I finished my wrapping (it’s my job to wrap most of the gifts not destined for me) and I’m now set for the night, so I will let you go by wishing you a good Christmas, that you are with family or friends or with whomever you want to be with, and that you are warm and safe and fed. As I am.
Merry Christmas Gillian
When I was a kid my Dad was too lazy to wrap presents, so he convinced my mom to wrap his presents to her, while blindfolded.
Wow, a white Christmas?! Rumour has it that we, in the UK, used to have those things once upon a time, but these days we can only dream of such delights.
Well, whatever you do, and wherever you do it, have a great time this Christmas. All the best Gill, Mick.
merry christmas gillian
I’m not sure if there’s a bit of a Kitimat-Terrace rivalry, but what do you think of Terrace being named Hockeyville 2009? I don’t care a white about hockey, but the $100,000 arena upgrades and TV coverage are probably a good boost for Terrace anyway.
That should be “care a whit.” Whit! Whit! I’m not sure how “white” could be interpreted.